bahilethimdie:

Wario scratched a bit under his mustache. “Yeah…”

He frowned a bit. He could hear the empathy in the word ‘sorry’ but it was far from a word he cared to hear. He supposed he could accept it the once, though- it was different enough from pity. Pity would’ve been inexcusable.

He wasn’t sure what to say next. Now Daisy was feeling bad for him and he didn’t want that- at the same time, though, it probably would’ve been stupid to just leave. As much as he thought he didn’t care for the girl, with any amount of respect came the teeniest hint of giving a crap.

“And with-a that… we come to the conclusion that-a life tends to suck,” he finally says.

The flower princess shuffled back to her spot, sighing. Both of them were in some kind of hole, and they just couldn’t get out. No matter how hard they tried, they both knew that they would be stuck in this coffin of depression for a very long time. Sometimes, Daisy just felt like dying. It wasn’t that she was willing to commit suicide, but she vaguely pondered the thought at times; if it would bring her closer to Luigi, then she would do it. But she didn’t know if he was dead, either.

For a moment, she thought this whole situation was a bit strange. Out of all people, the two of them were finally silent. Just silence. Daisy actually liked it for a short time. It gave her time to think. Now, because she wasn’t as social, she had all the time in the world. But upon thinking, she never knew what was going on around her. She wasn’t aware of the many attack threats placed on Sarasaland, and she wasn’t even aware of her own parents’ deaths. When she realized, she hated it; being controlled. It was one more thing to add to her list.

They had both lost loved ones, Daisy understood. Only she knew that Waluigi was dead, whereas no one knew about Luigi. There was still a hint of hope. Maybe that’s why she didn’t seem so quiet about it. She just seemed to get frantic at the mentioning of his name. Was he back? Would he ever come back? Did he die? Did he move on to Heaven or Hell?

It was these things that caused her to panic all of the time. She had become so caught up with Luigi that she began contacting oracles, ghost whispers, and even fortune tellers to try and predict the outcome of her love life. She was happy that none of the dead-related researchers had anything to say about Luigi, (which could mean that he was alive still) but she hated the fact that she didn’t know. Thus, she worried about him all of the time, and some of her servants knew it. Sometimes, she would get an odd twitch in the corner of her eye, or her knees would begin knocking together before she lost all of her balance (hence the fact that she almost fell earlier). Whatever it was, the Toads knew.

Without moving her body, or her gaze, she spoke once more, breaking the silence. “It does, it really does. And what hurts most of all is that you’re at an all-time-high in your life, and then it all comes crashing down.” Her eyes began to water. “I-It’s really not fair…”

theshygreenplumber sent: WAH!? What did I do??!

It wasn’t exactly the initial calling of her name that caused her to faint, but more so the fact that he was actually standing right in front of her. It was most likely the mere shock of it all; finally getting to see him after so long, yet she wasn’t ready. It was almost like she had learned to live without him, but never got over the fact that he was gone.

And words weren’t going to make her get up, either.

bahilethimdie:

This wasn’t an easy subject. Even what had happened recently wasn’t any comfort- it didn’t change any facts. Waluigi was dead. Forgiveness was out the window. Wario was still the world’s worst twin brother.

“Well… fine. A few years ago… my brother decided it was time for him to get his own adventure. It… didn’t turn out well. I could’ve gone after him, but I didn’t. A day later he found his way back to town a bleeding mess. It didn’t take long before he… well, I think you can figure out where this is going.”

He wasn’t really looking Daisy in the eye, but he wasn’t going to cry. No, he didn’t need to. “When you’re one in a set of-a twins, it’s your responsibility to never let anythin’ happen to your sibling- even more so than normal siblings.”

“Oh, oh no…” She knew exactly where this was going. Daisy knew both Wario and Waluigi, and even if she wasn’t very fond of the two, she knew that they were almost always together. But upon hearing the fact that Waluigi went out on his own almost broke Daisy’s heart. But it was already broken. It was just like Luigi. He was gone. He would most likely never return, if he was even alive.

The princess looked away as well. It wasn’t Wario’s fault that Waluigi had gone out all on his own. Though, she couldn’t be so sure. He looked just like her. They had both lost loved ones, and they both blamed themselves for the loss. Daisy could prevent it, though. There could’ve been so many ways, but… But she didn’t do a thing.

She wanted to just hold him. She felt that bad. The quiet princess didn’t think that she would ever do such a thing, but alas, it was paining to see him like this. It was paining to see anyone in pain. It was as if since Luigi was gone, all she knew was pain, and she knew other’s pain as well. It was a curse. A curse that made her feel like she was nothing all of the time; without him, she was nothing.

Nothing, nothing. Just that old toy that you threw in the corner to collect dust.

She frowned, twiddling her thumbs. “I-I’m sorry, Wario…”

bahilethimdie:

Now he felt kinda awkward about doing that. Well, no one was around to see… and hopefully Daisy wouldn’t tell anyone. Actually, no- he knew she wouldn’t tell anyone. She had no reason to, after all- there was nothing to worry about. Still, though.

Then there was an unfamiliar feeling- he actually was pretty okay with what he just did. He remembered a long time ago, when Mario actually bothered to argue with him- the red plumber always said that it felt better to do things for others out of good will than to do it for a reward- because the feeling after was all the reward one would ever need. Funny how it took the man over 30 years of greed to actually realize that Mario was right.

…Then he let go of that thought. No, he was just doing it ‘cause he felt like it. No real kind reasoning behind it.

“Yeah, I think so. He isn’t that-a weak.” There- that last sentence, if nothing else he’d just said, was a bit jerkish. However, after that, the princess’ gesture caught him off guard.

Right- she’d been locking herself up for so long that she wouldn’t know about Waluigi, would she? Not that she’d care. Not that anyone besides Wario cared.

He considered telling her and he considered lying. Telling her would make him seem way too different that he should look, though- not that he could really save his rep in Daisy’s eyes now. Lying to her- well, she’d probably see right through him as easily as he saw through her.

Finally, he came to his decision. “Well. …Let’s just-a say I’ve lost someone that meant somethin’ to me, too.” There- that was vague enough to fly.

She frowned, pulling back. It didn’t seem like he had gotten everything that he wanted to off of his chest. He had listened and even tried to help with her little outburst, so why couldn’t she help with his? She wanted to help! It was one useful thing that she could put herself to. The only other thing that she was really used for was just a ruler and something to occupy space.

Daisy leaned over slightly and began to tug on the sleeve of his shirt, sticking out her lower lip. “Tell me, please. It’s really the least that I can do.”

The princess really didn’t think it was Waluigi. She knew that the two of them were close, but she didn’t know that he was dead. She didn’t even know that her own parents were dead for quite some time because she was too busy mourning over Luigi’s “death”, but he could’ve been alive still.

She was so stupid. Why was she even here again? She didn’t know. And that’s why she wanted to help, even if that meant listening to him talk about the one that he had lost.

bahilethimdie:

“Y’know, had I talked to-a you at any point a few years ago I’d have just agreed with-a you.”

He walked up to her- at first just standing next to her, then sitting down. Normally, Wario would never do this. He’d never comfort another person, much less one he didn’t have a close relationship with. But it turned out that death could dramatically change anyone- even change a selfish, obese loser into someone who actually owned a beating heart.

“Y’know, I never believed for a second that the greenbean could be dead.” He had no idea if this was any comfort to her or not, but it was worth a try. “He might’ve been a scaredy cat but he was-a pretty damn brave. He saved my life once, y’know.”

A pause. Wario had no idea where he was going with what he was saying, so he skipped to the end: “Point is, he’ll find his way back- even if it-a takes him forever to meet up with ya again.”

She still held her head in her hands, but she listened. Was Wario really doing this? It seemed so. For a moment, she felt better, but she soon realized that something must’ve been bothering him as well. If she were like this at any other time, he would’ve most likely kicked her around while he had the chance. Now, he was actually helping her, in a sense. It felt… Nice. Sadly, that nice went away as fast as it came.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she lifted her face from her hands and looked over towards him. Her gloved hands rested in her lap, and she tried to manage a hopeful look, but it just came out as a small pout of despair. Soon, she was looking at him as if he were her father, because it seemed like your parents knew everything. Too bad hers were dead.

She sniffled and then took a small gulp. “You… You really think that he’ll come back one day?” It was hard to believe, but… But maybe Wario was right. Maybe there was more to that hard shell of a man. With that in mind, Daisy knew that there must’ve been something different about him. She scooted closer, and gingerly rested a hand on his arm. “Is something bothering you, Wario?”

bahilethimdie:

“What’re you sayin’ sorry for?” At this point, even a jerk like Wario had to be at least a little concerned. In all technicality, the two should’ve hated each other- after all, Wario was:

-A rival to her fiance and his brother
-The one who hired an alien to kidnap her
-An overall douchebag

…but it was hard not to respect the woman. After all, she was pretty strong in her own right. In fact, even if she didn’t feel it in the least now, it definitely took some strong guts to do what she was doing. 

“Oh, uhm, mm..” She folded her arms and looked down again. What was she sorry for? Sorry… Sorry…

“I’m sorry for a lot of things,” she began, swallowing. “If I hadn’t even come to the Mushroom Kingdom in the first place, then I would never be like this. If I never accepted his proposal, then I would never be like this, either! If I hadn’t even let him go on that stupid mission, I wouldn’t be like this! That stupid Princess! She just—I just! I never should’ve come into his life! I knew that this was too good to be true! I just knew it!”

She fell to her knees, resulting in the ruffles of her dress to fold out like the petals on a flower. She cupped her gloved hands and buried her face deep. She wasn’t crying, she was just holding her head there. Right now, she needed to be alone, but she just wasn’t going to send Wario off.

“I’m just sorry,” she mumbled into her hands.

bahilethimdie:

“Yeah… It would be. Guess I-a can’t hold it against ya.”

Luigi’s going missing was… odd to Wario. On one hand, he didn’t care. He didn’t like the man and it meant Mario would be suffering. On the other hand, he owed Luigi his life for the Chief Chilly ordeal and he did prefer the green plumber to the red one, given that they both had been living in the same shadow for their whole lives. After the time had passed, it only now had occurred to the fat man that Mario wouldn’t be the only one affected by the Luigi-shaped hole in the Mushroom Kingdom.

At Daisy’s stumble, Wario was a bit surprised- it was like an intangible Boo had gone through her or something. But he relaxed (as much a guy like him would let himself relax, anyway) and said, “You’re-a the one that almost fell.”

Oh, right.

“Oh, I suppose I did,” she spoke calmly, as if it never happened. Her voice was turning into Peach’s now; soft and gentle. It wasn’t anything like the loud voice that she used to carry when she was the dominant one over the green plumber. The voice that she sang whenever she would pop up on the plumbers’ doorstep and use to swoon the green plumber before tackling him and showering him with affection.

Now, it was the kind of voice that she would use to walk to the plumber’s house in the pouring rain and leave just a flower or two. Just a simple daisy. She didn’t know if Mario ever figured out that it was her, and she kind of hoped that he didn’t. Though, every time she came back in the rain, all of her daises would still be beside the front of the house, all piled up.

She would leave another one for almost every day that they were apart.

“… Sorry about that.”

theshygreenplumber sent: Daisy?

…

No, it couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow it. This wasn’t him. He was gone. As much as she wanted to accept him, she just couldn’t. But at the same time, she longed for the warmth that he brought. It was in his shy and timid nature that brought her happiness when looking at the photos. But this wasn’t a photo.

My God… My God! This really was him, wasn’t it!? Oh God, oh God! The horror of it all! She felt her head growing heavy, and her mind beginning to fill up with horrible thoughts of how he could’ve came back. Was he dead? Was he alive? Was that even him?

She must’ve been hallucinating, she must’ve! She opened her mouth to squeak, but quickly closed it and took a step back, feeling the knees of her shaking legs bump into each other. Soon enough, her head began throbbing and her vision was growing blurry, but why? Why was she so confused? She must’ve been dreaming.

Maybe her dreams couldn’t even be happy. Maybe this wasn’t even a dream. Maybe it was a nightmare.

And in that nightmare, her legs turned to jelly, and she finally collapsed on the floor.

bahilethimdie:

Wario could tell. She seemed pale, like she hadn’t seen the sun in a very long time- something that was definitely unnatural for a princess whose kingdom mostly consisted of desert. She seemed less casual than she used to be. And, of course, the years didn’t seem to do her well- not that they’d treated Wario any better.

And, following that, he knew it would be a bad idea to make it seem like he knew anything was wrong. Therefore, he decided not to point it out- playing ignorant wasn’t hard for him.

“Heh. It’s-a been a while. Then again, we never talked much to begin with.” Now he smirked a bit. 

His words were muffled. They seemed to come in one ear and slide right out of the next. Her eyes widened stiffly as she turned her gaze downwards, completely missing his smirk. But her pupils stayed the same size, so it almost looked like there was something on the ground planning to do something that made her feel uncomfortable.

“It’s been long…” Her wavering voice traveled off. “Since I’ve seen anyone.” She was like a robot, letting all these words come out. Daisy never spoke like this before anyone before, so why Wario, of all people? The only person that she could talk to wasn’t there—

Without warning, she stumbled back rather suddenly but managed to catch herself before toppling over. Her breaths started to become heavier and heavier, like she was being chased. She felt something, but it was probably nothing. With her eyes still wide, and her breathing now calming down, she looked up to him. “Are you okay?” And she still put others before her.